CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

 

 

JEAN LIKED HOW all three of them were working together. They once again had divided up the tasks they needed to do to round out their plan and expose Kelsall.

Mary Jo finished hiring the actor and got him his instructions and where to pick up his clothes and where to stay when he arrived in San Francisco and so on. And got him his first money.

Mary Jo said he was a nice guy, and it was too bad he was going to have to die for the part.

“Not getting soft on me, are you?” Jean had asked, smiling at Mary Jo. Jean knew for a fact Mary Jo didn’t have a soft spot in her body when it came to killing to get to a target. And Jean didn’t either.

“Always hate killing nice people to get to bad people,” Mary Jo said, shrugging. “But the nature of the job.”

“I hate it as well,” Jean said. Then she had kissed Mary Jo and they had gone back to work.

Susan was to document every detail about the John Doe body found two days after Kelsall supposedly jumped.

She presented it to Mary Jo and Jean that evening after dinner.

Jean was amazed. Luckily, the coroner had kept the body for two years on ice, as was required by law. And every six months more tests were run on the body, fingerprints taken, and so on, to compare them against missing person’s cases around the country.

So there was a major trail of reports and files for that body. Susan seemed to have found them all.

And when the body was finally cremated two years after being found, everything was again well documented, including DNA samples, and the clothing was stored.

Jean was happy to see the DNA samples had been taken, even though DNA was still in its early years back then. That might be the key to discrediting Carson White.

They all agreed that it was worth the effort to get a DNA match, so the next morning Susan left, headed to Washington State. She was going to figure out a way over the next few days to get DNA samples from Carson’s still-living mother. Then she would meet Mary Jo and Jean in Sacramento, California.

Mary Jo left also in the morning, heading for California to get them set up out there in a house they had rented, leaving Jean alone in the large condo.

And it shocked Jean how much she instantly didn’t like the feeling of being alone. Even after centuries of being alone, living with Mary Jo for a year had changed her.

She didn’t want to admit that, but it had.

And she liked the change.

So instead of focusing on the feeling of being alone, she focused on what she needed to do.

She needed to find some explosives in California. She had some escape tunnels to blow up.